Warning! Some mature content.
Though very nervous, Penelope stood up, her gaze fixed on Tyrion.
He had teased her far too much and placed so many indecent thoughts concerning the two of them in her head.
It would be cruel of him to stop now.
"I want you to touch me," Penelope said, speaking her mind quickly before the nervousness came back. "I am nervous because it is my first time, but I do want to be closer to you. There," she said, looking down. "I have done as you asked."
"I've told you already, haven't I? It's both our first time. Do you think I am not nervous?" Tyrion asked, taking hold of Penelope's hand to place on his chest.
The woman he loved stood before him as his wife. Now she said things he could only imagine before. He shared Penelope's feelings of being nervous.
There was no possible way he could remain calm during a moment like this.
Penelope pulled her hand back after touching his chest. She hadn't considered that this would also make Tyrion nervous.
